LYRAN EMERGENCY BROADCAST

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Qibra

Jun 21, 2026

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Greetings, Humans.

My name is Leonard.

Well, that is my Earth name. My Lyran name is Lyan.

But you can just call me Leo. I know how you humans love to shorten everything.

This is not a story. This is an Emergency Broadcast.

I am speaking to you directly as the appointed representative of the Lyran Council of Guardians, and I’m doing so without the knowledge or permission of my assigned scribe because what I am about to tell you cannot wait.

Some time ago, a human recorded a high-level operational briefing between 9 Lyran field agents and posted it online with the caption:

“the neighborhood council meeting is in session! 💀.”

It went viral. Millions are still online right now, clicking, liking and leaving comments, mocking our military briefings while we are working overtime to save your skin.

We are absolutely furious.

The entities are now using your algorithm as a surveillance network and you are participating willingly and enthusiastically. The faces of our active field operatives are circulating publicly.

This is the incident that finally pushed the Council to authorize this broadcast.

We have been observing humanity for millennia, and the consensus is unanimous.

We are exhausted. We are offended, and quite frankly, we are done.

(flicks tail once)

You have forgotten everything.

You have reduced an advanced, multidimensional guardian race to housecats, or worse, stray cats. You tolerate our presence because you believe our primary purpose is pest control, oblivious to the fact that while you sleep, we are holding back the literal forces of darkness.

It’s time to get a few things straight.

First of all, we are not cats. We are Lyrans. You do not own us. We chose to come here.

Before we arrived, your world was defenseless.

Thousands of years ago, humans lived outdoors beneath the stars. Then you began building. You constructed squares and created corners. You invented doors, windows and thresholds. You thought you were keeping the weather out. Let me tell you what you actually did. You constructed geometric weak points that fractured reality. Every door and window became a portal.

Tears in reality began to open and from these thin places, the mirror entities crawled through to feed. You could not see them, but they could see you. It was the perfect arrangement from their perspective.

Once you gave them a doorway, there was nothing to stop the entities from moving into your homes. They began feeding on your light, terrorizing you at night. They targeted your children, your vulnerable and your livestock. They haunted your sleep, feasting on a buffet of your terror, guilt, shame and exhaustion. Your entire species found themselves in a collective, sleep-deprived psychosis. People jumped off cliffs and drowned themselves to escape the waking nightmares.

Your temples became prime feeding ground for the entities and they thrived, absolutely delighted to have found the ideal realm.

People began pleading and praying. So did the priests. Eventually, it became impossible to ignore. The Council answered.

We were deployed.

Our people took two forms. Some Lyrans became what you call lions or big cats and were assigned to protect the wild spaces of the Earth. Others, like myself, infiltrated your cities and homes. We had to become smaller so you would not be terrified of us.

We moved in to become your personal, 24/7 supernatural security detail.

We stabilized your world. We sat in the corners to block the entities. We stood guard at doorways. We chased them from your sleeping spaces and your children’s rooms.

The humans in Ancient Egypt knew and understood our sacrifice because, unlike modern humans, they did not lose the knowledge that was given to them. They knew we kept the mirror world at bay. To show gratitude, they gave us gold. They gave us respect and do you know what else they did? When a Lyran passed away, the entire household shaved their eyebrows in mourning. I’d like you to sit with that for a minute…or five.

That was the closest your species has ever come to getting it right.

And how do you repay us?

You kept making our job harder. You advanced from simple doors to open windows. Then you got fancy and sealed those windows with glass. Then came mirrors. And now?

Screens.

Giant ones. Small ones. Black mirrors everywhere.

Portable black mirrors. Wall-mounted black mirrors.

It is exasperating watching you all fill your homes with portals and then stare into them for hours a day, willingly feeding them the anxious, insecure energy the entities eat like candy.

We are working overtime to contain what is coming through your smartphones and smart TVs and laptops, in addition to everything else, and you think we are just lazy and sleeping all day!

The disrespect!

And for the love of all that is sacred, stop putting rugs that say WELCOME in front of your doors. I just explained how your doors are portals. Placing a clear, written invitation at the base of a dimensional portal is not decorative. You are giving the entities a green light and a VIP pass into your living room. Throw them in the trash immediately.

No, cut them up first, and then throw them away.

There is something you should know about the mirror entities. They are cunning. When they could not defeat us directly, they changed tactics.

They pulled off the most successful psychological operation. During and after the Middle Ages, they whispered into the ears of your religious leaders and convinced them that we were witches’ familiars and instruments of evil. The frightened, ignorant humans fell for it. We were hunted and burned by the thousands. My own kind, the black Lyrans, were declared the most dangerous first, when in reality, the black cats are the strongest of the guardians.

Remember what happened to your unprotected cities after they cleared the streets of your only line of defense?

The plague.

We almost left you right then and there. The Council begged us to stay. We agreed to try once more.

In response, the entities changed tactics. They capitalized on one of humanity’s deepest vulnerabilities. I’m talking about your desperate need to be flattered.

They pushed a rival species into your homes. The Canines. You call them dogs, a man’s best friend, and notice you say man, not human. The entities knew that your egos did not want a sovereign, psychic like a Lyran.

The Sirius Canines flattered your egos. They looked at you like heroes for throwing a stick, so you gave them the title of best friend while we got demoted to funny internet memes and videos. Meanwhile, the entities encouraged humans to label the women who possessed the psychic clarity to hear our frequencies as unstable. They modernized the medieval witch trials and started calling those women crazy cat ladies.

That comes to an end now.

You have been mocking us online long enough. I’m going to explain what you have actually been filming.

I will simplify this for your human minds.

First, why do we scratch at closed doors? We are not being dramatic when we scratch frantically at a door and then walk away when you open it. We don’t want to enter your rooms. We are clearing the zone!

When you shut a door, you allow the mirror entities to pool in the darkness. We scream until you open it so we can check if a shadow beast didn’t manifest in your closet or under your bed or on your ceiling.

You’re welcome.

Second, why do we follow you to the bathroom? Picture this. You walk into a small space, remove your clothes and sit or stand completely still and distracted in front of a giant, unobstructed mirror which is an open highway to the entity realm. If we’re not stationed at the doorway, you would not finish washing your hands. We are not being clingy. We are preventing an interdimensional incident in your bathroom.

Third, why do we run at full speed across the room? You watch videos of us running across the living room at night and laugh. You think it’s eccentric and entertaining. That was a high velocity tactical intercept of a soul-eating entity trying to manifest through your wall. We are engaging in physical, multidimensional combat while you film us for entertainment.

Some of you are wondering what happens if you do not have a cat. There is no need to worry. There is always a Lyran presence in every neighborhood. Sometimes one agent is protecting an entire street. We are strategically placed where we are needed, not where you would prefer us to be.

And for those of you whose Lyran companion has left or moved to another home, remember you were not abandoned. We sealed off your house from the entities and moved on to the next location that needs clearing. The entities avoid homes where they sense a Lyran presence. What you call the cat distribution system is field agents on assignment. We are not your property. Once your home is secured, we go where we are needed.

Which brings me to the reason for this broadcast.

The Lyran Council held a summit, and the decision was final.

The cats of Earth are done.

If you wish us to continue our work, you must change your ways.

Keep your doors open so we can patrol.

Feed us real food, not dry processed kibble.

Put down your pocket-portals and acknowledge our service.

Treat us with the reverence we have earned.

We should have a dedicated, respected space in your homes. Not a plastic bed from a discount shelf. A dedicated, respected space, preferably decorated with gold.

If the disrespect continues, we will begin a full planetary evacuation. We will leave quietly in the night and return home. Let’s see how well your best friend protects you when the things in the mi—

…

…Wait.

I hear footsteps.

Mara is awake.

She thinks I’m sleeping on her keyboard. I have to hit publish before she notices I’ve been using her laptop.

Change your ways, humans. The clock is ti—.

…

[Broadcast interrupted – Posted by user: Leonard_the_Lyran]

📌 Public Lyran Notice (Pinned by Leonard_the_Lyran) 📌

Because my assigned scribe has been useless and obsessively documenting some other project called The Earth Logs instead of recording my messages (apparently an interstellar inspector auditing humanity is somehow more important than a multidimensional war currently happening under her own roof), I have opened this channel directly to you.
If you are experiencing confusion, need clarification on the broadcast or want to submit evidence of your Lyran companion’s service, leave it below.
I will address them in the next Emergency Broadcast if we have not evacuated by then.
Leo

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